Afternoon Quote by Louis Bromfield

“It was the final, explosive demonstration of summer, the line in the sand, a desperate attempt to hold fall forever at bay. But autumn…

— Lauren Oliver

It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life.

— Anonymous

It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light,…

— Charles Dickens

Summer fades; the first cold, Northern air Sweeps, like hatred, through still days - The August heat now gone elsewhere, To Southern, bird-filled coasts…

— Trevor Howard

The English winter - ending in July to recommence in August

— Lord Byron

August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.

— Sylvia Plath

“It was one of those great iron afternoons in London: the yellow sun being teased apart by a thoasand chimneys breathing, fawning upward without…

— Thomas Pynchon

It was a beautiful bright autumn day, with air like cider and a sky so blue you could drown in it.

— Diana Gabaldon

Where were you when the world stopped turning on that September day?

— Alan Jackson

August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born.

— Bubbly

It was autumn, the springtime of death.

— Tom Robbins

It was October again ... a glorious October, all red and gold, with mellow mornings when the valleys were filled with delicate mists as…

— Lucy Maud Montgomery